He's never sat in that 'ere cashier's seat where you be; of that I'm dead sure.

He wouldn't care for fivers if you didn't, nor for tens either." She was really a fine woman for her station, and a buxom, powerful one, too.

But her glance wavered under these words and she showed a desire, with difficulty suppressed, to use the strength of her white but brawny arms, in shoving him out of the house.

To aid her self-control, he, on his part, began to edge towards the door, always eyeing her and always speaking loudly in admirably acted tipsy unconsciousness of the fact.
"I'm a man who likes my own way as well as anybody," were the words with which he sought to save the situation, and further his own purposes.

"But I never quarrel with a woman.